Although this was only in the Virtual God Realm and Bo Yikao would not truly die, he would thereby be completely withdrawing from the contest for the opportunities presented by this Tribulation.
Even if Western Qi ultimately won, Bo Yikao would gain no opportunities at all and might eventually fade into obscurity among the masses.
To be honest, no ordinary father could ever bring himself to ruin his own son's future.
But Ji Chang was a king of his generation, and among Great Shang and the various Vassal Lords, he was the one closest to the opportunity to become a Primordial Chaos Golden Immortal, second only to Di Xin.
How could he simply watch that opportunity slip away before his eyes?
As a father, he could not bring himself to ask his son to sacrifice himself for his path to the Dao. Now that the Chan School Xian had said it, however, it was perfect.
Still, he had to put on an act. "In that case, I will personally go to Zhaoge to set Di Xin's mind at ease."
"As for the affairs of Western Qi, I will leave them to the Heir to decide. I shall trouble all of you fellow Daoists to assist him."
"Father, you mustn't!" Sure enough, the moment Ji Chang finished speaking, Bo Yikao immediately spoke up to stop him.
"As the lord of Western Qi, Father should naturally remain here in person. Only then can the countless people of Western Qi feel at ease."
Bo Yikao stepped forward and solemnly knelt. "Your son is willing to enter the court as a hostage in your place!"
The secret chamber fell silent for a moment. A look of struggle appeared on Ji Chang's face, and his hands trembled slightly. "Yikao, you needn't do this. Your father